Mandragora/Nothing

by John Cowper Powys

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NOTHING

WILL my love come to me?
Alas! I have no love.
Though in green and rainy places
The fronds of the ferns uncurl.
And violets lift their faces
To a crescent moon of pearl.

Will my love come to me?
Alas! I have no love.
Far off — somewhere — a shining head —
O sweet Lord Christ who canst raise the dead.
Take my soul and give me my love instead!
Will my love come to me?
Alas! I have no love.